Listen close.
If you pay attention you will notice
A back and forth, ever moving toss of sound.
It almost seems like an
Invisible ballerina is dancing
On the surfaces of a glass dome.
Her fragile broken toes making
Contact with sand made solid liquid.
That sound is what keeps me sane,
Between the sinking wallow in my heart
And the violent shriek in my head.
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
Listen close.
If you pay attention you will notice
A back and forth, ever moving toss of sound.
It almost seems like an
Invisible ballerina is dancing
On the surfaces of a glass dome.
Her fragile broken toes making
Contact with sand made solid liquid.
That sound is what keeps me sane,
Between the sinking wallow in my heart
And the violent shriek in my head.
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